KORBIN
And round about his home the glory
That blushed and bloomed,
That blushed and bloomed,
It was sensible advice. A wonderful thing to say, really. And it would have been the ultimate thing to do... Except, Korbin already had all that. Understanding, space, the freedom to do whatever he wanted. If he wanted to talk, all he had to do was talk, and he'd get all the support he could wish for.
And for some reason, that was frustrating. How was he supposed to not let someone down who offered all that? What expectations were there to live up to, except 'be happy'? What was he to break away from and rebell against, when there were no barriers to climb over and no borders that shouldn't be crossed?
There was such a thing as too supportive. Too good. Especially when he wanted someone to rage against. Oh look, good thing there was a fucking outlander lording it over Halo to take it out on, right? And his brother. And everyone else that stood out like a sore thumb.
"Right... That she does." Korbin averted his eyes. Didn't know what to do with all the soft understanding, when it really felt like there was none at all.
The reassurance pulsing down the bond was not very welcome, but he was starting to give up on resisting it. There seemed no point when Loren kept flinging his feelings around. "Yeah. Sure."
He stood again, turned away. Knew he was not helping things, but it was like the bottom of a barrel had broken off, and all his energy was rushing out. It was too much, really. Too many emotions going on, too many things to think about. He killed someone. He got a job offer. He'd talked more in the past while than he had in weeks, and was none too happy about it, because it left him feeling exposed when it was the last thing he wanted to be.
Poking the toe of his boot against the ice a few times, Loren jerked his chin towards it. "Let's check how the weather is coming along? Been a while since I heard any wind."
The day was getting old and Korbin really, desperately wanted to go home.
And for some reason, that was frustrating. How was he supposed to not let someone down who offered all that? What expectations were there to live up to, except 'be happy'? What was he to break away from and rebell against, when there were no barriers to climb over and no borders that shouldn't be crossed?
There was such a thing as too supportive. Too good. Especially when he wanted someone to rage against. Oh look, good thing there was a fucking outlander lording it over Halo to take it out on, right? And his brother. And everyone else that stood out like a sore thumb.
"Right... That she does." Korbin averted his eyes. Didn't know what to do with all the soft understanding, when it really felt like there was none at all.
The reassurance pulsing down the bond was not very welcome, but he was starting to give up on resisting it. There seemed no point when Loren kept flinging his feelings around. "Yeah. Sure."
He stood again, turned away. Knew he was not helping things, but it was like the bottom of a barrel had broken off, and all his energy was rushing out. It was too much, really. Too many emotions going on, too many things to think about. He killed someone. He got a job offer. He'd talked more in the past while than he had in weeks, and was none too happy about it, because it left him feeling exposed when it was the last thing he wanted to be.
Poking the toe of his boot against the ice a few times, Loren jerked his chin towards it. "Let's check how the weather is coming along? Been a while since I heard any wind."
The day was getting old and Korbin really, desperately wanted to go home.
Is but a dim-remembered story
Of the old time entombed.
Of the old time entombed.
